The Intruder Of A Family Affair Poem by RIC BASTASA

there are so many
who died taking with them

in their own graves
the lies of their lives,

it is unethical to judge them

the way you wanted to make them
divulge these secrets is an invasion

you destroy their territories
you burn their safe-houses

it is like stepping upon the
sand palaces of the ants
and then spraying their whole population
with pesticide

you think that you have served so well
those who are still living

look at them, they mourn and
still will mourn for the years

they feel being deceived
and tricked into a misery that they do not deserve

because you have taken hold of the truth of the dead
and revealed them to the grieving

(it is none of your business, intruder!
you deserve a thousand deaths!)